It was only an old Silver Cross pramAnd it had to goGathering dust in the loft from the 60’sAnd the loft was being convertedSo the navy blue and silver pram had to goFirst stop was the garageIts chrome chassis gleaming stillIts carriage carefully polythened upIts wheels as perfect as everIts springs nodding as if to say‘We’re as good as new you know’i know they do not make prams like this anymoreBut we had nowhere to put this, beautiful, elegant,Stately, safe for babies, easy to push….pram!And nobody will want it in this designer, fashion freak ageOf throwaway. throwaway …everything.I have to say it is sad to throw away this pram.Its carriage so full of memoriesTiny hands grasping at airTucked in and warm with mittens and bonnetsTins and bottles rattling below on the shopping shelfBut it had to go.I took it to the tip this morningLight rain fallingLike putting an old dog downIt had to be doneInstead of slinging it in the containerI said to the attendant‘A lovely old fashioned pram here’I left it on the sideAnd drove awaywritten in 1999 neil mawdsley